This is a song about "Von trail mom"

With synthetics and leaving behind a trail of prosthetics and medics

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Burn rubber, trail of fire prior to gas and a lighter,

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

A trail of tears to hell will be your condemnation

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

Don't follow the trail of gold or you will be controlled

I swear i'm coming back one day

Right to wear your mom stay

My niggas is winning though

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

Devastation is clearly waiting on this trail i'm paving

Watch outwell now they all say that vultures or parasites

With a trail of dead mic's cause these wack cats get stopped like red lights.